Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.